Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.